My youngest daughter was standing in the kitchen ready to practice her violin. Her oldest sister said, “What’s on your cheek?”
“Nothing. Just a red spot,” replied the youngest.
Two other kids crowded around her instantly, pressing their faces close to hers to inspect this “red spot.”
“Hey, you’ve got a pimple!” her sister announced.
“No,” countered her brother, “it’s a real live ZIT!”
So she ran off to the bathroom to check it out. Could it be true? Could it really be happening to her?
As I watched this happen in front of my eyes I said nothing. I was trying to come up with words of consolation, not to mention trying to console myself that my baby has pimples! I needn’t have worried though.
She raced down the stairs to tell her dad and brother the big news. As she danced her way back up the stairs, she flung her hands into the air and with great flair said, “Finally! I can’t believe I’ve finally got a pimple! God really is helping me grow up and not stay a kid!”
Who can argue with that logic? If only I looked at my circumstances and trouble with the mature perspective of my eight-year-old daughter.
As women we often struggle with and obsess over the hard things that come our way, much like we did with the pimples on our faces as teenagers. We forget that with growth comes pain, with maturity comes the acceptance that not everything will be perfect, good maybe, but not perfect.
“I have told you all this so that you may have peace in me. Here on earth you will have many trials and sorrows. But take heart, because I have overcome the world.”
John 16:33 (NLT)
Is there a pimple in your life that you’ve been picking at and complaining about? Why not rejoice instead that God has already overcome the world and has trusted you with a temporary trial–a trial that is as fleeting as yesteryear’s pimples?